Attack On Titan Marco Bodt Novels & Stories

All she wanted to do was rest her sore body until she didn’t feel pain anymore. AFTERNOON came when Drake’s Beta suddenly rushed towards him with a pale face. “Alpha!” Beta Dillon called. Without an obeisance, he continued. “Alpha, there’s an unforeseen attack from the outside this morning. Some of our soldiers were slaughtered,” he informed, trembling. Drake’s forehead knitted. He looks livid and ready to kill someone mercilessly. “Who the fuck are they?” “Humans, Alpha,” Beta Dillon answered. Drake balled his fists; his face became expressionless. “Are you sure about that? Don’t you know the rouge actions lately? They’re quiet and not attacking anymore after the last encounter with them.”

Marcel: The moment I sensed the fear in my woman’s scent, something in me snapped. Not the beast. Something colder. Deadlier. No one, not a single fucking soul, was going to scare her… not as long as I was breathing, and I was going to be sure that everyone knew that. Viktor Volkov stood across the courtyard like he had every right to be there, like he hadn’t once placed a bounty on his own daughter’s head. His expression was calm, almost amused.

Robert shouted. Marcus, his own shoulder heavily bandaged from the shrapnel he took in the escape from the Sterling Tower, threw his remaining good arm across Jack’s chest. The Beta bodyguard, a mountain of muscle who could flip a sedan, gritted his teeth. "Boss! You’re hurting her! Snap out of it!"

They were too busy talking to an extent that she had forgotten about everything. "Okay, take care."Alessandra pecked her mother on the cheeks and then walked away. She wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and then put on a smile, pretending that she was not crying in the first place. Taking a few deep breaths, Alessandra opened the door for her mate. The prince stood at the door as he waited patiently. He was tall and strong just like always.Ace was accompanied by three soldiers for security purposes. His lips curved into a smile when his little mate appeared behind the brown wooden mahogany door.

Just as Marco stepped out of the church a few of princess Anse’s bodyguards stepped in front of him, blocking his way. “Next time you won’t be so lucky,” the biggest build of the bodyguards warned, his arms folded over his chest. “What are you going to do big guy?” Marco stepped into a boxing stance, swinging his fist. The bodyguards started to laugh at him and the big one extended his hand to smack Marco down but Marco manage to dodge it only for his face to meet the big one’s other hand. The bodyguard smacked him so hard that he lost his footing. The bodyguards left him there, walking away and laughing.

He crouched down in front of me, his dark eyes searching mine for any signs of doubt or regret. “I’m fine,” I said, though my voice was shaky. “It’s just… a lot.” “You don’t have to do this alone,” he reminded me, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. I nodded, leaning into his touch. “It’s over, isn’t it?” “It is,” Marco interjected, stepping into the dim light of the warehouse. His shirt was torn, and a thin line of blood trailed down his arm, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Viktor’s men scattered after you took him down. They’re no longer a threat.”

He attempts to shout again, but his team is already arriving to help him. “He called you…” Eleonor looks at her friend, who's cheeks are completely red. “You're hearing things…” Lisette gets up from her chair. “Shall we go?” “But the last fight…” “Please?” Lisette asks with startled eyes. “All right…” Eleonor is getting up when they hear someone calling them. Marco quickly gets up, shielding the girls with his body. His expression isn't friendly at all, and his hands are in fists to attack. He doesn't need weapons to be a threat — his twelve years of boxing prove that.

The other wore a long scar from jaw to collarbone. “You made this easy,” Marco said. “Brave is just another word for predictable.” “Tell me why he loves you,” he said. “Tell me why he keeps bleeding for a woman who burns his house to feel warm.” I looked away, ignoring him. Marco flicked the knife against Tony’s rope. Not a cut. Just a sound. Tony did not flinch. Marco nodded to the tattooed man. The punch that followed drove breath from Tony’s lungs. He coughed, and a red mist dotted his shirt.

The man’s face seemed to stare back at him. Titan didn’t hesitate speaking. “Where did you get that?” he asked suddenly. Marco blinked, caught off guard. “This? Someone sent it to me. Asked if I knew the man. I don’t.” He shrugged lightly. “Do you?” Titan’s face turned serious. His eyes didn’t move from the screen. After a pause, he lifted his gaze to Marco. “Let me borrow your phone. Just for a minute.” Marco hesitated, then slid the phone across the desk. “No problem.”

The burden was heavy. * * * Marco left the sit room the moment the mutineers cleared the coast. He summoned a Trooper II, climbed onto the cyborg's back, and strapped himself in. The helmet jack entered a panel provided for that purpose. "Take me to the landing Zone located near Boi Vawa. Condition five, assault speed". The cyborg said, "Sir. Yes, sir", and started to jog. Marco could remember when the sideways, up and down motion had made him nauseous, but that was a long time ago, in what seemed like a different lifetime.